“With all that alcohol in him, it’s probably not advisable to have him around an open flame,” I say.

I find myself in the position of having to console them. Since I’m the person going in to be slaughtered, this is somewhat annoying.

minutes before the Gamemakers to amaze them with our skills, but I don’t know what any of us might have to show them. There’s a lot of kidding about it at lunch. What we might do. Sing, dance, strip, tell jokes. Mags, who I can understand a little better now, decides she’s just going to take a nap.